Neither clear or exactly solid,
It shimmers pink, than purple, then back again
When I touch it, it is liquid
But when I try to walk in it is solid.
I tossed in a coin, for good luck,
And watched with wide eyes as it faded away
To nothingness
So I tossed in more
Some wood, some tile floor,
A few stones, some bones, and waited
As they glimmered from object to object
Before being spat out again
As a seed, slabs of crystal, geodes, a feather, a leaf,
Thus the secret cave I protect
Dreams thus transform
For better, for worse
But still pools the Shimmer
In the heart of the Glimmer
Of change, of magic, of glow,
Of lost memory dreams...